The Sealed Ecstacy, a poem by Asif Sultan Matta
The Sealed Ecstasy!
14-01-2018
Asif Sultan Matta
What have you amassed for future?, they say
Are you going to feed your family
With the bread of books
And their beverages be the ink of your pen?
How can the fire of your of passion
Of teaching at school
Kindle the candle of your life?
How can you build a big house
From the raw bricks of your shallow dreams
to entice a good beautiful match?
What'll happen to your kids
In this competitive age?
Will your flipping of papers,
And drying up your brain
In teaching indifferent kids,
And scribbling something alien
Help you build the edifice of your 'career'?
See how Tom, Dick and Harry
Are reaching to the skies up high!
Their lives blissfull and pockets swelled!
And you...
You possess nothing but the sheenless books
And the penury in your reward!
What have you got!
Answer!
But how can they relate?
How can they discern the sealed bliss and glitzy gay :
The merry of swim in calm lakes,
And the pushes of spurting river
How can they distinguish?
If these "sky up successfuls" had a clue
Of what ecstasy bringeth the patterned ink spread on paper,
What euphoria the red cheeked attempting kids do give,
And adventures of journey to these exotic books grant;
They'd conspire against me to plunder
The feelings of all this I am getting
And burn that all which they're searching it in.
And as for a match,
I'd get what loves my own, yet poor soul,
Not the pocket stitched in the rich clothy coat;
The castles of knowledge are too high
To be beheld from the parapets of their palaces;
My anonymity rises higher,
But how can they relate to my answer!
14-01-2018
Asif Sultan Matta
What have you amassed for future?, they say
Are you going to feed your family
With the bread of books
And their beverages be the ink of your pen?
How can the fire of your of passion
Of teaching at school
Kindle the candle of your life?
How can you build a big house
From the raw bricks of your shallow dreams
to entice a good beautiful match?
What'll happen to your kids
In this competitive age?
Will your flipping of papers,
And drying up your brain
In teaching indifferent kids,
And scribbling something alien
Help you build the edifice of your 'career'?
See how Tom, Dick and Harry
Are reaching to the skies up high!
Their lives blissfull and pockets swelled!
And you...
You possess nothing but the sheenless books
And the penury in your reward!
What have you got!
Answer!
But how can they relate?
How can they discern the sealed bliss and glitzy gay :
The merry of swim in calm lakes,
And the pushes of spurting river
How can they distinguish?
If these "sky up successfuls" had a clue
Of what ecstasy bringeth the patterned ink spread on paper,
What euphoria the red cheeked attempting kids do give,
And adventures of journey to these exotic books grant;
They'd conspire against me to plunder
The feelings of all this I am getting
And burn that all which they're searching it in.
And as for a match,
I'd get what loves my own, yet poor soul,
Not the pocket stitched in the rich clothy coat;
The castles of knowledge are too high
To be beheld from the parapets of their palaces;
My anonymity rises higher,
But how can they relate to my answer!
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